Everyone was stunned, Coulson still smiled, and Donnie looked at Optimus Prime, thinking about something.
"Optimus Prime? Is that his name?" Coulson smiled, making people feel like they were in a spring breeze, and broke the mysterious awkward atmosphere without a trace.
"This is the name I gave him. It represents justice and responsibility. I hope he will be the everlasting hope and belief in my heart." Donny said, and the tingling sensation in his brain became stronger.
The fire in my mind is slightly brighter, but it is not as strong as when I was awakening.
Donny tried to mobilize spare parts from other parts of Optimus Prime, but after the fire was passed, all the materials it came into contact with clearly told him that if he forcibly armed the complete Optimus Prime with this poor metal, the ultimate consequence would be a sudden collapse, just like a house without steel bars, vulnerable to any blow.
Donnie's spark gave him an amazing understanding and intuitive ability to manufacture and modify Optimus Prime, allowing him to make changes to Optimus Prime in the shortest time.
This is an unprecedented ability. Wherever the energy of the fire penetrates, all metals seem to become transparent. He can understand all the characteristics of them to the greatest extent and make use of them.
But at present, only Optimus Prime, the small truck that he lives with day and night, can undergo the transformation smoothly. The specific principle still needs further experiments.
After the battle with the Abomination, this ability had already caught the attention of those with ulterior motives. A new, suspected Level 4 mutant was already attracting countless attention, not to mention this miraculous ability, the underlying principles of which were difficult to analyze. Countless people were envious and curious, eager to learn more about it.
"It seems that he has a special meaning to you. Would you mind telling me about it?"
"There's nothing wrong with it." Donnie walked over, patted Optimus Prime's metal body, and said slowly: "My family of three relies on him to transport goods, earn freight, and maintain our family life..."
Donny told him that his family didn't have a lot of money, and without any significant skills, life was tough in New York City, where prices were so high. They were proud of being able to afford a down payment on a house there, and then they scrimped and saved enough to buy a Changan Xingka truck for their hauling business. Because of its small capacity, they couldn't haul much, so they had to rely on more frequent hauls to make money.
Life is not rich, but it is warm, my family is healthy and our life is simple and peaceful. My daily worries are about how to make more money by transporting goods, so that I can save more money, do some maintenance on the family's hero - the small truck, and use better gasoline.
His parents drove the van every day, and when Donnie wasn't in school, he would help out, sometimes even sleeping and eating in the van. This hardworking, weathered, old van was an important member of their family, and everyone cherished it.
Donnie said, a small smile on his face.
"But now there's nothing left," Donnie said, his nails digging deep into his flesh, drawing blood. He wasn't just talking about his experiences in this life, but also those in the previous one.
So he felt pain and resentment in his heart, hating himself for being incompetent.
"I'm sorry, and please accept my condolences. After all, you and this car carry their beliefs, don't you?"
Coulson called someone over, handed him a black suit, and motioned him to put it on.
Donnie looked at the suit. It was the right size, specially prepared for him. Black represented solemnity, but also a kind of silent sorrow, the cry that needed to be silenced.
Donny asks him about Hulk's whereabouts.
Coulson was silent for a moment before carefully considering his words to answer. They had been trying to monitor the monster's tracks, but Hulk moved at an incredible speed and they lost him.
"I'm not going to settle accounts with it right now. What are you hiding? I'm no match for the Hulk, but I'm not stupid."
Coulson smiled even more happily and said earnestly, "Mr. Downey, the Hulk's information is very high-level and I have no right to disclose it to outsiders.
Please forgive me, confidentiality is our nature as agents."
Donnie instantly understood Coulson's underlying meaning, and with a blank expression, he thought that such issues should be discussed later. He had no intention of joining the official organization now, but he would seriously consider it.
Donny doesn't trust the people at S.H.I.E.L.D., at least not yet. No one can guarantee what those delusional lunatics at Hydra will do to him if he foolishly goes to them, like creating Donny Cyborg No. 1 or Donny Cyborg No. 2.
A rare mutant whose life essence is level four! They'd be foolish to remain indifferent.
"Mr. Donnie, many people are watching you. You are in danger now."
Coulson wasn't giving up yet and wanted to continue trying to persuade him. He had the SHIELD team's psychological assessment report and the psychological model they had built for Donny. Combined with the previous series of interactions, Coulson felt that he understood Donny better and that this was someone he could have a serious conversation with.
If it were Dr. Banner, he would have stared at him suspiciously, then turned into Hulk and smashed and smashed...
Donnie smiled, a bit playfully, and pointed to the sky, saying, "I believe Professor X will never give up on me. He might be closely watching all our conversations and actions now, afraid that you might harm me."
"To be honest, although I am grateful that you saved me, I would rather believe Professor X than official organizations like you," said Donnie.
Coulson laughed awkwardly.
Professor X's character and his love for his people are no secret.
Donny made a promise that if their organization encountered trouble in the future, they could come to him and he would repay the favor.
Coulson smiled happily and had a higher opinion of Donnie in his heart. Combined with the psychologists' evaluation, he gained more confidence.
How much did the sum of saving his life and wiping his ass add up to? How could he repay it? Coulson was very proud. They had already captured half of this mutant, who was now suspected to be a Level 3 mutant, but was actually a Level 4 mutant.
Donny also laughed. Still not clear? That's not true. Anyone who knows a little about this universe will know that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s crotch is covered in mud. There's no way they can jump out of the quagmire.
In the future of this universe, there will be countless ferocious enemies roaming in the starry sky, and countless bloody battles that will make heroes bleed and shed tears in the sky. There will also be countless catastrophic variables such as landslides and earthquakes.
If Donnie is unable to develop his abilities, or even recover his strength and rekindle the fire, he will always be a pseudo-level 4, and can only be considered an elite soldier who is qualified to become high-level cannon fodder.
Either you die or you face countless bloody battles, meet challenges head-on, fight your way out, and be covered in blood.
It's not difficult to repay this favor.
"Where are they?" Donnie asked, his voice trembling.
People can clearly sense the fear in Donny's heart. He has a demon in his heart. He is afraid to face the reality and even hopes that this is just a dream and he can still be happy when he wakes up.
Coulson lowered his voice and said softly, "I was wondering how long you could endure this... Compared to this cruel world, you're more afraid of facing them. Don't worry, I've arranged for your parents' bodies to be placed in the coffins. They're well preserved."
Donnie thanked him softly and headed to the nearby cemetery under the personal guidance of Coulson.
"Are there any motorcycles?" Donnie asked.
"Motorcycle? I can take you there. You know, my beloved car rarely takes others. I treat it as my wife."
"Then I'd rather ride the motorcycle alone... I want to ride the motorcycle over there myself and bury them with my own hands." Donnie said softly.
"If you insist," Coulson said nonchalantly, shrugging.
The sound gradually faded away, and Optimus Prime reassembled himself into a tattered pickup truck and sat there in a daze, patiently waiting for his creator to return.